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THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 177
The hall fell into absolute silence.Everyone stood frozen, breaths caught, as Frederick Shaw, the legendary patriarch of the Shaw family, walked past his injured grandson Andrew—ignoring the blood, the broken teeth, and the pride shattered across the polished floor.Every Sullivan relative trembled.Patricia hid behind Nathan, whispering, “It’s over… he’ll kill Jack.”But Frederick didn’t raise his voice.He didn’t lift a finger.Instead, to the shock of everyone present… he bent his knee.Right there, in the heart of the Sullivan estate, Frederick Shaw knelt before Jack Sullivan.“I owe you an apology,” Frederick said calmly, though his voice carried like thunder. “For what my granddaughter, Alice Shaw, did to you in Brookhaven City. That matter should have never gone that far.”Gasps echoed across the room like falling glass.Nathan’s jaw dropped. Patricia’s knees gave out and she collapsed onto the nearest chair.Even Samuel Sullivan—who had witnessed decades of business wars and
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 178
The golden lights of the Sullivan estate shimmered in the night, laughter echoing faintly from the grand banquet hall. The Harvest Festival was in full swing, with music and toasts celebrating George Sullivan’s reinstatement as the rightful head of the family.Jack, however, was absent—just as he preferred. He had already made his statement. The power he wielded tonight needed no audience, no speech. Just respect, which he now had in abundance.Earlier, he had made a simple request, standing before the elders and relatives:“What happened today… stays here. Frederick Shaw may have knelt, but he was once a soldier who bled for this country. I don’t want his shame used as gossip fodder. Anyone who spreads word of this… will answer to me.”No one argued. Not even Samuel. Not after what they had seen.They nodded, lips sealed tighter than vaults.In a quiet corner of the estate, away from the banquet’s fanfare, Philip Sullivan sat under the lantern-lit oak tree behind the guest villa. His
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 179
The moonlight cast long shadows across the Sullivan estate. The laughter from the banquet had faded, replaced by a chill that clung to the empty corners of the garden. Beneath the ancient oak tree, where father and son had once shared quiet pain, Peter Sullivan now stood alone—his eyes gleaming, not with sorrow, but with something far more dangerous.Ambition.Philip approached carefully, holding two cups of tea. “You didn’t come back inside,” he said gently, offering one to his son.Peter didn’t take it.His gaze remained fixed on the stars. “Do you think Jack was born that powerful?” he asked, voice low.Philip frowned. “No. But he—”“He took it,” Peter interrupted. “Piece by piece. He carved out his name with blood. He made the world bow to him.”Philip sat beside him, wary. “Jack didn’t become who he is overnight. He suffered. He was humiliated. Beaten. Betrayed.”Peter’s mouth twisted. “And I wasn’t?”He yanked up his sleeve, revealing the same faded scars from Chad’s beatings. “
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 180
The television flickered softly in the Sullivan living room, casting warm light across the polished hardwood floors. Jack sat casually on the couch, remote in hand, flipping through channels with the calmness of a man who had just crushed three cities underfoot.Across from him, Wendy Sullivan peeled apples with surprising precision for someone who had once threatened a billionaire with a kitchen knife. George, her husband, sipped tea like the world outside no longer mattered.This was peace.This was the home Jack had fought for.But Lisa Johnson, Jack’s wife, sat at the edge of the couch like a stranger in her own story. Her hands were folded tightly in her lap, her eyes flickering between Jack and his parents.We smile in public. We act like a couple. But inside... it’s all hollow.She cleared her throat once.No one noticed.Jack was too busy laughing at a cooking show where a celebrity chef set her omelet on fire.Lisa’s heart thudded.She tried again. “Ahem…”Still nothing.So s
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 181
The living room still echoed with tension and fruit-scented rage. Jack Sullivan sat on the edge of the couch like a prisoner waiting for his sentencing. Across from him, Wendy Sullivan stood tall, chin high, apple peeler in one hand and sheer maternal fury in the other.George quietly sipped his tea in the corner, wisely staying silent.Lisa Johnson sniffled next to Jack, wiping her eyes and clearly unsure if this was a marriage crisis or a hostage negotiation.Jack tried again, cautiously. “Mom—can I just explai—”“Shut it!” Wendy snapped, waving the peeler like a courtroom gavel. “You had your chance. You stayed quiet while this sweet girl cried herself into asking for a divorce.”“I didn’t ask her to cry!” Jack muttered.“Exactly! You didn’t ask. You didn’t ask anything, because you treat your marriage like it’s a business transaction!” Wendy turned to Lisa and patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry, honey. We’ll fix him. Like you fix a broken washing machine.”Jack groaned. “I’m not a
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 182
Jack Sullivan had faced bullets, betrayal, and backroom ambushes. He’d made city kings kneel, snapped spines of mobsters with a glance—but none of that prepared him for being locked in a bedroom by his mother.“Try for a baby,” she’d said with a wink.Try not to die from embarrassment—Jack had thought instead.Lisa sat at the far end of the bed, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse, cheeks redder than a fire alarm. “I didn’t think… I didn’t mean for things to spiral like that,” she whispered, avoiding his gaze.Jack shrugged, hands behind his head as he leaned back. “That’s just my mom’s temper. Explosive as a volcano, but she means well.”Lisa peeked up. “So… the divorce?”He glanced at her, eyes calm. “Off the table.”A soft silence filled the room, but it wasn’t as tense as before.Lisa’s heart fluttered, just a little. He doesn’t want to separate?And strangely, for the first time, she didn’t want to either.The next morning, Jack was halfway through breakfast when Max called him.
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 183
The air at Volcano Crest Resort carried a strange weight—thick with steam from the hot springs, yet heavier with the tension rising between Jack Sullivan and the woman who had once meant everything to him.Nancy Winter.The nation's darling. Red carpet royalty. America's fantasy in heels.But now, up close, her eyes weren’t full of glamour. They burned with something far more dangerous—betrayal.She walked toward him with the grace of a panther, smile as sharp as glass. Cameras flashed around her, but all she saw was him.“Well, look who decided to return from the grave,” Nancy said, folding her arms. “The great Jack Sullivan. Alive. Breathing. Married.”Jack didn’t blink. “Nancy—”“No,” she cut in, voice ice-cold. “You don’t get to say my name like that. Like you didn’t vanish off the face of the earth without even a damn voicemail.”Jack exhaled. “It wasn’t what you think.”Nancy laughed bitterly. “Oh, I’m sure. You were busy, right? Got lost in a grocery store aisle for five years?
THE INSANE HUSBAND IS IRON WOLF COMMANDER CHAPTER 184
Jack Sullivan didn’t follow after Nancy Winter.He didn’t need to.She had said what she needed to say—with rage in her voice and tears in her eyes. And he? He had no excuse worthy of softening the ache he left behind. He just watched her vanish into the crowd of cameras and makeup artists like a ghost swallowed by spotlight.Still, he felt it.Beneath the fury, beneath the insults—she still cared.And maybe that made it worse.“Hey!”Jack turned.It was Nancy’s agent—Brent Wyatt—a slick-haired man with a clipboard, Bluetooth headset, and the personality of a knockoff talent scout mixed with a tabloid addict.Brent looked Jack up and down like he was inspecting gum on his designer shoes. “Let me make something real clear, soldier boy.”Jack raised a brow, unamused.Brent stepped closer. “Nancy’s a star now. A national icon. She doesn’t need some forgotten war dog crawling out of the past looking to leech off her success.”Jack didn’t flinch. “Is that what you think I’m doing?”“I know
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Brent Wyatt whimpered as he hit the floor again, clutching his bruised shoulder. Max stood over him, arms crossed, while two of his men flanked the exit to ensure no one slipped out.“I’ll ask you one last time,” Max growled. “Where. Is. Nancy.”“I told you!” Brent blurted, eyes wide with terror. “Tyler drugged her! He said she had some kind of… condition—and he needed her for it! I didn’t know! I thought it was just a casting deal!”Jack stood to the side, deadly quiet, his arms folded across his chest. The calm before a storm.Rachel gasped. Tina’s mouth dropped open.Max stepped back, fuming. “You little weasel. You sold her out for a few bucks and a shot of champagne!”“I didn’t know!” Brent repeated. “He said he was gonna invest in the film and help her career!”Max turned to Jack. “You heard him. Tyler’s the one behind it. That creep’s been playing house at this resort for weeks—Nancy didn’t stand a chance.”Jack’s jaw clenched, but his voice stayed cold and precise. “Bring Tyle
CHAPTER 194
Inside the private suite deep in Volcano Crest Resort, Tyler Tian sat motionless, the lamplight casting strange shadows across his face.Nancy Winter lay unconscious on the velvet couch beside him—still and silent, like a doll on display.He stared at her for a long moment, jaw twitching.“What a waste…” he muttered to himself. “Could’ve had you the fun way.”But now, thanks to the Memory Doctor’s instructions, she had to be preserved. Kept untouched. Her Nine Pulses body couldn’t be tainted, not before the ritual.And Tyler Tian, once just another spoiled brat in Eastridge's high society, was no longer acting like a prince—he was becoming something darker. Something colder.Living in secret at the resort for over two weeks, he had surrendered pieces of his will to the doctor who promised power stronger than any city leader’s seat. Stronger than his own father’s.But it came with a price.Every favor, every order, every sacrifice… was part of a debt.A debt he intended to repay—by tur
CHAPTER 193
The air in the lounge was quiet now. Too quiet.Nancy Winter sat stiffly on the edge of the velvet couch, her hands curled tightly in her lap. Across from her, Tyler Tian sat with that same crooked smile, holding a porcelain teapot like he was hosting a tea party instead of manipulating someone’s future.“I understand,” Tyler said smoothly. “You’re upset. I might’ve come on too strong. It’s my fault.”Nancy glanced at him warily. “So… we’re done here?”He chuckled, pouring her tea. “No, no. Not at all. I still want to invest. Your talent deserves the spotlight.”Nancy’s brows furrowed. “Even after I slapped your contact and walked out?”Tyler shrugged. “That shows fire. Passion. I respect that. Besides, I’m not the type to let one heated moment ruin something beautiful.”Nancy bit her lip, unsure. Everything about him still felt wrong—like a snake slithering in a silk suit.But her phone buzzed in her pocket. A message from her mother:“Hospital called again. The bills went up. We nee
CHAPTER 192
The corners of his mouth twitched—a glitch in his programming. For a split second, his expression was unreadable, primitive, before smoothing back into practiced charm."Nancy." The voice came from behind her, a familiar baritone laden with forced joviality. "There you are!"Brent Wyatt, her agent of eight years, appeared at her elbow like a conjuring trick. His Tom Ford suit (last season's, bought on discount) strained slightly at the shoulders, and his smile was plastered on with the desperation of a man watching his commission evaporate."Mr. Tian," Brent said, extending a hand that Tyler pointedly ignored. "I see you two are getting acquainted. Excellent, excellent.""Your client seems reluctant to discuss terms," Tyler said, his voice a study in affected boredom.Brent's laugh was too loud, bouncing off the marble like broken glass. "Come on, Nancy," he said, chuckling nervously. "Don't make a scene. Mr. Tian's being generous. Thirty million isn't pocket change. This could launch
CHAPTER 191
Inside the private lounge of Volcano Crest Resort, the atmosphere was rich with lavender incense and fake sincerity. The marble floors gleamed under golden chandeliers, and the faint sound of soft jazz oozed from the walls like a forced smile.At the center of it all sat Nancy Winter, the nation’s sweetheart, dressed in a sleek silk robe and holding a teacup she hadn’t sipped from.Across from her was Tyler Tian, the spoiled son of Eastridge’s city leader.Tyler looked like wealth had dressed him, fed him, and done his thinking for him. Expensive watch, custom shoes, cologne that tried too hard. But behind the practiced grin, something was… off. His eyes were vacant, smile twitching—like a puppet trying to pass as human.The porcelain teacup before her remained untouched, its contents cooling from scalding to tepid. Her lipstick—the same shade as her dress—would leave no mark on it today."Why so tense, Nancy?" Tyler Tian's voice slithered across the space between them. "You look like
CHAPTER 190
The room was still tense with the aftershock of Thomas Tang’s public humiliation.He remained kneeling on the ground like a squashed roach, blood drying on his nose, terrified to breathe too loud in case Jack Sullivan changed his mind and finished the job.Meanwhile, Tina Yale, who had once laughed at Rachel and treated Jack like a peasant, now stood frozen like her brain had blue-screened.“Y-You’re really from that Sullivan family?” she stammered, voice brittle.Jack didn’t look at her. He was helping Rachel into a dry robe, gently draping it over her shoulders.Tina stepped forward, voice switching from arrogant to syrupy-sweet in a heartbeat. “Mr. Sullivan! Oh my gosh, I had no idea you were… that important.”Jack glanced at her, unimpressed.“I mean,” Tina continued with a nervous giggle, “if I had known, I never would’ve... well, you know… spoken out of turn.”Rachel rolled her eyes. “You mean called him a show-off and treated him like a janitor?”Tina turned red. “That was a jo
CHAPTER 189
Rachel Young stood dripping in front of the steaming pool, arms clutched around herself, face burning redder than the volcanic mist surrounding them. She wanted to vanish. Right there. Into the steam, the water, the ground—anywhere but here.“I—it was an accident!” she stammered, looking at Tina, Wendy, and the furious man storming toward them.But no one was listening.Thomas Tang, red-faced and puffed up like a spoiled goose, stood in the doorway with his guards flanking him like bulldogs on a leash. His expensive shirt was unbuttoned halfway like he was auditioning for a mob boss role he had no business playing."You humiliate me in public," Thomas snarled, pointing a shaking finger at Jack. "You touch what’s mine, and you think you’ll walk away? I’ll crush you! You have no idea who I am!”Jack didn’t flinch.Still standing half-submerged in the spring, he calmly handed Rachel a towel. “Dry off. Don’t catch a cold.”Rachel blinked at him, stunned by his cool demeanor.He’s calm? Wi
CHAPTER 188
The audition room stank of desperation—cheap perfume, bad foundation, and the raw hunger of a hundred girls clawing for a scrap of fame.When it was finally Rachel Young’s turn, Tina Yale nearly dragged her to the front like a prize cow being paraded for auction.Standing near the casting table was Thomas Tang, heir to one of Eastridge’s wealthiest families and son of the President of the Chamber of Commerce. A man who thought his last name gave him the right to pluck any girl he wanted like low-hanging fruit.Tina whispered excitedly, "Smile, girl. You’re about to get your golden ticket."Rachel, heart hammering, tried her best to act polite."Mr. Tang, this is Rachel Young," Tina said with a simpering smile. "She’s amazing. She’s perfect for the role."Thomas didn’t even bother hiding the way his eyes swept over Rachel, lingering far too long.A sleazy grin spread across his face as he reached out, trying to grab Rachel’s hand like she was an item on display."Come," Thomas said, vo
CHAPTER 187
The casting line at Volcano Crest Resort barely moved.Rachel Young stood in heels that pinched and a dress she didn’t even like, eyes flicking toward the fake movie banner ahead: Spring Heart, Winter Flame. A glorified soap opera wrapped in indie film packaging—except everyone knew what it really was.A gift-wrapped vanity project for Nancy Winter, funded by someone with too much money and not enough talent.Beside her, Tina Yale tapped away on her phone, smirking as she read through a gossip blog post.“I swear,” Tina said, laughing, “if Nancy gets any more plastic surgery, the next red carpet should be hosted by a recycling plant.”Rachel shot her a look. “Maybe don’t say that right before we walk in to audition to play her servant?”Tina shrugged, unbothered. “Oh, please. She doesn’t even know who’s getting cast. The real boss here is Tyler Tian.”Rachel raised an eyebrow. “You mean the guy funding all this?”Tina grinned, leaning in like she was sharing state secrets. “You really
